Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Suriname and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sound Behaviour to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Magma,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dead C,
The Techniques,
Archie Shepp,
the Sonics,
cv313,
Colin Newman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swell Maps,
Television Personalities,
Accadde A,
Robert Görl,
Lungfish,
These Immortal Souls,
Erasure,
Al Stewart,
Neu!,
Mad Mike,
Porter Ricks,
Black Pus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Whodini,
Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
Joensuu 1685,
Brand Nubian,
Joyce Sims,
Ohio Players,
Masters at Work,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dual Sessions,
Amazonics,
Cluster,
Goldenarms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Green,
Groovy Waters,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül,
Lucky Dragons,
Jandek,
Sonic Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Wings,
Average White Band,
One Last Wish,
Sister Nancy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Procol Harum,
Eurythmics,
The Five Americans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Davy DMX,
Ludus,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.